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Subject: Sanglant - Beyond the Thrusts - Chapter 16


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Jennifer S and Loveroy
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Date Posted: Thursday, October 21, 12:28:31am
In reply to: Jennifer S and Loveroy's New Story 's message, "Sanglant - Beyond the Thrusts" on Thursday, August 05, 12:16:30am

Nikita stood to remove the other empty plates from the table and bring the desert ones over from the kitchenette. As she stood her robe separated and Michael caught a glimpse of her creamy white thigh before she embarrassingly closed the gapping material. Michael thought while lost in the innocent allure of Nikita’s outer beauty and her obvious inner strength, ‘This is going to be a long night’.

He was pinching the crown of his nose in reaction to the desire this woman was arising in him, not only with the flash of her skin, but the demonstration of self-assuredness. Nikita’s mind was going a mile a minute, after all they were alone in a hotel room, two strangers stranded in the middle of a storm, how more romantic could the moment get? Because the woman was proving to be too good to be true Michael was feeling totally at ease with this stranger. And as far as Nikita was concerned, how much more appealing could a man get than looking and sounding like the gorgeous Michael.

He was by no definition an innocent, the man had his share of notches on his bedpost, however he was discerning in his choices and never flew by the seat of his pants when it came to partners. The letter from the lawyers was the reason Michael came to the island, but it was not a reason to stick around longer than necessary. Enjoying the company of Nikita was quickly becoming a better reason to stay as long as it was necessary to unfold the mystery that lied within the little hamlet.

Nikita quickly left the table as a slight blush rose on her cheek from her flesh faux pas. As she withdrew the desert plates from the refrigerator she asked over her shoulder, “Now that you know so much about me, what is the deal with you Michael?”

“Like what for instance?” Michael retorted crossing his arms coming out of his reverie.

“Where were you born, do you have any family, what do you do? Stuff like that.” Nikita answered approaching the table while balancing the plates with one hand and clutching her robe tighter with her free hand, she placed the desert plates on the table.

Michael smiled at the obvious attempt at preventing a second accident with her garment and answered as she sat, “Well, I was the only child of Jacques and Josephine Samuelle who were killed in an accident a few months after my birth in Marseilles.”

Nikita interjected while placing a comforting hand to her heart, “Oh my God that is terrible, what kind of accident.”

Michael, who normally was very guarded about his personal history found himself actually wanting to share his story with this woman, “A skiing accident, they were killed in an avalanche in the Alps.”

Nikita now sitting on her hunches was totally enthralled by the sad tale and interrupted again rapidly firing questions at the amused man, “Oh my God, you were just a baby. What happened to you? Where did you go then? Who in your family cared for you?”

Michael now became sullen, “There was no other family.”

Nikita stuttered, “B-b-but who took care of you then, you were just an infant.”

Michael was sorry that he had confided in her, she was like a dog with a bone and was obviously not going to let this line of questioning drop. Cutting a piece of cake with his fork and offering it to her in an attempt to shut her up with food, he answered, “My parents were wealthy and left my care very structured through a guardianship trust. Do you know how those work?”

Nikita with her mouth full of the cake continued a bit pissy, nodding, “I got the guardian part. My question is who were they? Where they related, where they nice, did they love you?” She paused not expecting answers from the reserved man, “I don’t know which one of us was worse off as a child, you or I?”

Michael asked a bit upset, “What do you mean?”

Nikita answered standing up, crying, not caring that the robe opened again, “Well, I had a mother that treated me like shit and a non existent father and I chose to run away. You had parents who loved you and they were taken away from you…”

Michael remarked smiling sadly and stood reaching for her hand, “It seems we are both orphans. No matter what the circumstances, an orphan is an orphan.”

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Poor N&M. (NT)MichelleBThursday, October 21, 09:52:37am
Aw, poor Nikita and Michael. (NT)signme1Thursday, October 21, 11:58:34am
This chapter should .....(r)Lady EThursday, October 21, 11:35:01pm


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